Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Qatar and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Siouxsie and the Banshees to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Reagan Youth,
Anakelly,
Make Up,
The Vogues,
The Star Department,
Sister Nancy,
Inner City,
Black Bananas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Accadde A,
Ten City,
June of 44,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mark Hollis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hoover,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nas,
Cymande,
Sex Pistols,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sound,
Trumans Water,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ornette Coleman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scientists,
the Swans,
Barrington Levy,
Patti Smith,
Magma,
Scion,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Starr,
Slick Rick,
Flipper,
The Saints,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fortunes,
Neil Young,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
a-ha,
The Skatalites,
Supertramp,
Sugar Minott,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Absolute Body Control,
Darondo,
Fat Boys,
China Crisis,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Selecter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
JFA,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.